No One Can Take Memories
THE HANDS ARE GONE,
THAT CRADLED ME,
TURNED THE COVERS ON MY BED,
HANDS THAT HELPED ME BOW MY HEAD,
KNEADED A SUPPER OF MILK AND BREAD,
BATHED MY SKIN WITH LOVE AND HOPE,
KNITTED A HOME,
WITH NEEDLES OF WARMTH,
SHE,
AND HIM,
AND THEIR GENTLE HANDS,
ARE LONG GONE,
BUT A LOVING TOUCH,
AND LESSONS LEARNED,
FOREVER,
IN A MEMORY,
LIVES ON.
~Vickie Thayer~Poetry To Ponder~
2017
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